"What was wrong yesterday could be right today and what is right today may be wrong tomorrow". Local .357 1999 I sometimes find it a paradox upon finding that the best sound coming out of the horn occurs when the face of the trumpet player turns scarlet. His chops mashed like grapefruit in the juicer. Seen it in myself often. Scary to the casual observer. or another way to put it: "Trumpet playing gets ugly". Terry Warburton circa 2004. Referring to blowing high notes. In practice and maybe even in most rehearsals I won't dare mash the mouthpiece into my chops. I know the note is there so why punch it when it doesn't count? What my High A should disappear overnight? B/S. It's still there so I don't push it. But in concert with an audience? It's pedal to the metal. Sure we should save energy. Cherry pick parts and delegate as much high notes as possible to the other cats in the trumpet section. As much as they can handle. It's what they're for. but the scream solo and finale out-chorus is all yours. If you're playing the Trumpet 1 book that is. As well as the majority of the lead. Holding back is not part of the job description. Take a deep breath, blow like hell. Damn the torpedoes and all that stuff. Pedal to the metal. Tomorrow might not give you a second chance. I've never been a fan of Nascar. Nor hot rods. But I do think the effect is similar to the lead trumpet player's job. Similar in sound too. So: Know when to say and when. And then? Pedal to the metal. it's a phrase best learned than explained. You will KNOW what I mean when you get there..